All was dimmed and in reserve of power. It was very late in the night, near 4AM. I rubbed my eyes quickly and pushed from the desk and out of the room, seeing that there was no more interrogation, they had only a few choices left. To bargain with the Elder-one or he would be set free now that his abilities were limited in the feral creature's body. This was part of a long forgotten spell that had its origins in the fall of the Ancients. There was little left in written form, so we resorted to the Akashic records. Being a nephilim, I was indoctrinated in a mentality that was bestowed on the Angels in the first creation. Seeing my result I was far from being fully in control of my powers. Romero only knew of the keyword that was bestowed upon me by Ewan, the father of my mortal body. I reached the lobby entrance to the station just in time to see the results of Dion' and Romero's work. They were talking to the Elder-one. He seemed to have chosen the wiser decision and be our connection to information that only his kind would be educated in. Seeing as all who had fallen served the First-fallen one, Morning Star, Lucifer. It was directed by the three by the order that I was meant to keep.

"Sorry about my late arrival, seems all went well?" I said as I walked towards the others. "Marcus, you made it, how's your head?" Dion asked with his flair that always sounded sarcastic, or evasive somehow, but with all the confidence in the world. "Yeah, sorry 'bout that mate," Romero was referring to the keyword. "yer, father left it to me in case of emergency. I had to use it once!" chuckled Romero with a sarcastic tone seeing how much the key drained me. "I see he has decided the wiser of the two choices." I commented looking just beyond the others at the Elder-one. "Yes, he was about to start working for us here at Death Hunter Corp." Dion added with confidence as one of the few that could pull off a successful binding spell of such a powerful entity. The feral-like creature that the soul of a Knight of Styx was bound to was one of the Demon Princes of the Underworld. This information was only known by myself and the Knight, given that I was part Highborn I was given the sight of our creator to see forms for what they really are. "Indeed, I do believe he will be part of my platoon, Marcus." Simon reassured me. "Ahh well then it looks like I will have more reasons to come visit the Armory more, I hope that's all right eh Simon?" "No problem with me I can show you a thing, 'er two about those fancy runes your pops made." Simon added making it part of my daily schedule became more likely. "Will do, So where are we sending him off to?" I asked sincerely knowing that they had a plan. "Yes, he will be staying two blocks from here in an old warehouse that was used for storage." Dion affirmed, giving it an actual building to haunt. The Elder-one needed a sort of containment in order to hold ground as its vessel required it to act as a channel between worlds. "I hope you bound the runes to the building to keep him chained?" I asked knowing their background would make more sense to a Death Hunter of their stature. "I looked after that, myself." Simon replied giving our new guest quarters gave it some ground to trust us; though it should never trust a Death Hunter since he, himself is a Deathwalker, that which is hunted. "Good. Now you need a name, ya filthy bastard!" Dion retorted, gaining the attention of the Knight. "You... meat-suits!... Ghurgh... I will accept these terms." The Knight was much more cooperative after the interrogation. "It's about time, ya dirty flea-bag!" Simon snapped as the Knight flipped his head back in despisement. "Done." Dion has just made a contract with the Knight. "What??" I jumped when I realized what had just happened. "Are you crazy! Dion, did you just sell your soul to a Knight of Styx?" "Well, if you look at it from your point of view, yes." Dion replied faster than expected. He must have negotiated during the interrogation. "It was negotiated during the interrogation. Don't worry it is a beneficial contract, I wrote it myself. Hahaha!" Dion was indeed a cunning man, and conniving.

With that the Knight turned its back and walked out the door and vanished. He was instantly teleported, exactly two blocks away, inside the warehouse. The binding runes were responsible for this event. It was rising early in the morning by the time I returned to my apartment that also was only a few blocks away. It was a place I could go to and be away from everything and find some sanctuary. There was power still partially working in this building as being one of the few places outside the Death Hunter Corp Train station.

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It was all run on some recycled solar panels during one of our excursions to neighboring cities. Much of the city was barren, there were still some scavengers that creeped about over the rubble of fallen buildings or the heap of cars that were abandoned during Vance's raiding parties several years ago. I stumbled into my room falling face first into the pillow. I needed a few more hours of sleep so my mortal body could rest. Seeing the amount of stress had just increased at work. He will be going in for an evening shift today. My mind drifted off into deep sleep taking my consciousness.

Waking up in the late afternoon, I had felt a great burden being dropped onto my shoulders. Being the last Sion Guardian is not just about the adventures that I thought were a job well done and good for the world, and for me as a child when my father told me about his stories of the Trion Titans. It was far more of a gruesome history than what I had thought. Though many children's stories were of far worse times than just a simple nursery rhyme. Even Dion had a similar past as myself but I always find his case files shrouded in mystery and darkness. They were compiled by the Death Hunter Corp. during the era of the Trion Titans and the Kaiser Wars. Romero had a similar history since he grew up with Dion.

I found myself lost in thought at my desk as I continued to look into my boss's history. I needed to know what his purpose was for keeping a live Knight of Styx close by. I can see it being beneficial for the amount of knowledge about weaknesses of our enemies, yet he was still considered an enemy to humanity because of its origins in the Underworld. I had to find out the name of this Knight in order to determine his influence on us. Another puzzling question was the willingness that the Elder-one had in accepting a contract completely dictated by the signee, Dion Martell. I continued to shuffle through the casefiles of Dion hoping to find some indication to what had transpired today.

Looking at the clock it was now close to 6PM. It was about time to meet with Romero in the Armory. I took the oldest of the casefiles about Dion with me hoping to get some insight from his childhood long friend, Romero. The man was my father's apprentice, which makes me his pupil and my senior.

Romero was kicked back on his chair with his legs stretched out in front of him crossed. He had an old six shooter hand gun that he was polishing with a white rag. He was always doing such things with his arsenal. I walked up to his desk trying to gain his attention, but the man was always very focused when he was caring for his weapons. He held all weapons in great respect as his life seemed to paint. He was no fool and always cautious when someone was near. I cleared my voice a bit hoping to draw his eye.

"Ahh Emm..." "What is it Marcus?" he asked as his attention was still locked on the hand gun. "I'm here for the coaching on the work you wanted to show me." "Ahh... well then here is a bit of a quiz for ya..." he snapped the chamber back into the gun and pointed it in a direction towards the stairs. "What sees in all directions but only has one focus point?" "hmm... I can think of a few things, but what does this have to do with anything? and Why am I quizzed on an obscure riddle?" I questioned irritably, seeing as all that had taken place only hours ago. "Well I like to have a bit of entertainment when I teach someone about my craft." Romero answered in a similar voice as he pulled himself up to his desk and set the revolver on it. "Ahh I see... I would say a lens or magnifying glass would be appropriate to your riddle." "Close; a lens has two focus points, here I'm talking about that Demon just a few blocks from here that we imprisoned." "Interesting... based on the what transpired today, it would seem we have our own Double Agent for the Deathwalkers'." "...Indeed..." Simon paused on Markus' comment; giving Death Hunter Corp. a strategic tool.